I’m driving 52 hours round trip from Texas to San Francisco in my pool cleaning truck. I’m raising money. If I win, every home service will be experienced like the screenshot below. Networking is the weakest part of my game. Twitter’s the only reason I know anyone. I was trapped cleaning pools and didn’t have time to actually network, and Twitter was my window to the outside world between 2020–2024. Right now, I need to get connected to as many people as possible. If you know anyone who might be interested—investors, pool guys—feel free to connect me. We have revenue. The product is live. There will never be a better founder-market fit for something like this. Why didn’t I just fly? Because I’m a big fan of symbolism. I’m not woo, but I do believe in magic. My pool cleaning truck is like Don Quixote’s Rocinante or Zorro’s horse Tornado. All the success and money I’ve ever made happened in this truck. It seems dumb not to ride it into California for this. My cofounder and I have built and sold four pool companies to fund this dream, three of them while I was driving this pickup. Remember when Airbnb was desperate and ended up selling cereal to fund the startup? We did the same thing, just with pool companies. But I don’t need the money for survival right now. I need it to blitzkrieg an industry. I have two competitors I need to take out to pull off what I’m trying to do. I left Saturday around noon. My 8-year-old daughter was crying. My son just wanted to play Minecraft. My wife and cofounder kissed me goodbye. We decided to do this only a few hours before I left. We both have the ability not to overthink a decision. I think she and I were cowboys in a past life—not the Yellowstone kind, but the real 1800s kind. The kind addicted to risk, adventure, and chasing things down. My favorite saying is: The cowards never started, and the weak died along the way. It’s from the Oregon Trail. The saying is about all the people who died chasing gold in California or were too cowardly to leave in the first place. I have a large piece of pyrite sitting on my dash as a symbol. I got it from a witch’s shop before I left. I walked in and asked her for a rock for good luck. She suggested fool’s gold, and I thought, Well, that’s incredibly fitting for what I’m about to do. Yesterday I drove 15 hours down I-10 and I-8, skirting the border with my cartel brothers to my left. I’m half Mexican, and I like to joke that since I’ve funded myself up to this point by cleaning pools, my Mexican half was the first investor in my white half. I need a few more of those I’m glad I drove. This country is beautiful. You don’t get to see that while flying First stop is San Diego for meetings. Then LA. Then I’ll be in San Francisco by Wednesday or Thursday. Hit me up.